Robert Frost/Роберт Фрост. A Cliff DwellingThere sandy seems the golden sky And golden seems the sandy plain.No habitation meets the eyeUnless in the horizon rim,Some halfway up the limestone wall,That spot of black is...

Ogden Nash“Love and Hate”Love is a wordThat is constantly heard.Hate is a wordThat is not.Love, I am toldIs more precious than gold.Love, I have heardIs hot.But hate is the verbThat to me is superb.And l...

Robert Lee Frost. A Minor Bird.I have wished a bird would fly awayAnd not sing by my house all day;Have clapped my hands at him from the doorWhen it seemed as if I could bear no more.The fault must partly have been in...